“Well, that was quick” was the first thought to cross my mind as we hung up our phones. It had been only six and a half minutes earlier that the call had started. Our caller had called us wanting to be cuckolded by my wife and I, you know, the usual inferiority complex which had evolved into an inferiority fetish, I suppose. It started with him wanting to know how tall I was… Six foot and a few, of course. Then he wanted to know how big my cock was. So out comes JoJo with the seamstress’ tape. I was still too amused with all of this to have even begun to get hard yet. Six inches was the answer, soft as Old Glory on a windless day… His reply, “That’s two more inches than me rock hard.” Yeah, well that’s why my wife is so damn satisfied with it, and guys like you can only dream.” So she asks him if he wants to find out how big it gets, of course he does… So he gets to sit in the corner and wish away while she takes my huge, soft cock into her mouth and begins to swallow it whole. It didn’t take long, I can assure you. In about twenty or thirty seconds I was hard as a rock, so we measure it again. From the base of course, not the balls like you tiny-dicked cheaters like to do… Eleven inches, and about two and a half wide. We could tell by this time he was really having a good time being made to feel like a worm’s dick. I guess my next question to him had a pretty obvious answer as well. “I bet you’ve never heard a woman gag on that tiny little nub you call a cock, have you?” No, of course he hadn’t, so we felt compelled to oblige him. As I grasped the back of her head and got about nine or ten inches of my cock down the back of her throat, her gags and moans were all it took apparently. I think it was only the third or fourth thrust of my swollen, throbbing cock into the depths of her throat when he blew his little two drop load out of that tiny little nub of his… “I’m done” we heard him say down the line. “What?” we responded… “I came, I’m done” he says. Well, since we still had half of our time left, I asked him “So, you may as well hang on the line for the rest of your time and listen to what it sounds like when a woman gets bent over her bed and fucked hard by a real man” I wanted him to hear, I love the show, after all… But no, I guess he had had his fill of humiliation and punishment for the day. Honestly, we were a bit disappointed, we really do love the show, and love how much our callers enjoy it. I guess that’s why we have so many regulars. So when you’re done, we never are. Even if you can’t last more than thirty seconds listening to us, we know that we are going to do our thing regardless. We’d love for you to hang around and listen to her moan and scream while I pound that gorgeous, dripping pussy of hers with my massive, throbbing cock. So why don’t you stop thinking about how much you’d like to hear what a woman’s pleasure sounds like and pick up the phone now. We’re always more than happy to show you.
When I hear your low, sultry voice speak my name the way only you can do “J”. Or your sexy, playful laughter in my ear it does amazing things to me. It really does and it’s totally undeniable the intense chemistry I feel when I am with you. Your such an easy lover to be with I truly adore you for this. Never demanding, selfish or intrusive. You love me in the “now” and never worry about the trivial tomorrows to come. What a man! What a damn fine man you are and baby you do wear it well.
